The Laundry Room

With the image of Jess’s beautiful tits in his mind, Mark thought it would be best to get her laundry done straight away to keep her pleased and satisfied.

Going down to the laundry rooms, he found that he was the only one there at the time.

He started loading up one of the machines inside. The basket of washing wasn’t completely full but still had a decent amount of clothing.

Piece by piece, he started to insert the clothes inside the machine. There was quite a mix, tops, skirts, dresses, jeans, underwear and bras.

Every time he picked up a new pair of panties or bra, he couldn’t help but inspect them a little. Mark had the ability and time to do so with nobody else inside the room.

Picking up a bright pink pair of panties, Mark fiddled with it within his hand. He brought it up to her nose to smell.

Mark could feel himself getting hard again, these smelt like they were freshly used not that long ago, possibly the day before. That feminine smell coming from Jess’s own vagina made him very hard.

The smell just made him want to jerk off over them. Obviously it couldn’t be done here so he thought that maybe he could just steal them, put them in his pocket, take them back to her dorm. It’s probably unlikely that Jess would ever remember that she was missing a pair of panties. She clearly had plenty of underwear.

Mark shoved them in his pocket, it turned out to be just in time as the laundry doors opened up.

Inside came Miranda, wearing some athletic shorts and a tight white tank top that had her big boobs pushed up in. So much cleavage on show, did nothing to calm his building erection in the pants.

“Hey Mark!” she said in a very bright tone as she entered.

“Oh Miranda, uhh hi, how are you?” he said, hoping she didn’t see him shoving that pair of panties inside his own pocket at all.

“Just doing a bit of laundry?” she asked, coming up and using the washing machine right next to his.

Mark nodded politely, really trying not to stare at her cleavage too much. He did notice her taking a peak at his basket of clothes. She inspected it enough to realise it wasn’t his, Miranda reached out and pulled out a white bra from the basket.

Holding the bra up in front of him, she giggled, “Got something to tell me? Didn’t know you wore bras?”

Mark turned a little red while he laughed, “ohh yeah the washing isn’t mind, just doing a favour for a friend,” he said, taking the bra back and throwing it inside the machine.

“Must be a good friend,” she said, “You can always do mine, you know?”

They laughed together as Miranda started loading up her machine as Mark finished with his. Mark was very aware that Miranda had recently broken up with Bryce. She was currently going through her own slut-like phase, sleeping with a different guy almost every night.

They chatted for a bit as their washing machines ran. It was a hard conversation to have, only because he couldn’t look her in the eyes without wanting to desperately look down at those tits.

“We haven’t gone to the gym together for a while, maybe you’d be interested in coming for a run with me later tonight? After dinner, around 8ish?”

Mark wasn’t sure what to say. Half of him wanted to accept it and just pray that she was picking him to fool around with tonight. The other half of him wanted to avoid this at all costs knowing Winter had such a problem with her.

Maybe it was just a night time jog but what if it turned into something more.

He knew very well that Winter would appreciate if he didn’t hang out with her at all. But Mark couldn’t deny it, Miranda may be a bit of a bitch but she was still as hot as the day as he first saw her. You don’t get the reputation of ‘the best tits on campus’ for nothing.

“So what do you think, interested in a run later tonight?”